09/25/01
Sometimes…
Sometimes I want to be quiet.
And listen to lightning.
watch thunder.
taste rain.
touch fire.
And swallow the night.
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes…
Sometimes there is nothing else left for me to say.
A Tough Prayer
Lord,
It is easy for me to pray for those
in my country
mourning, in pain,
to those serving on behalf of liberty
in need of healing, strength and courage.
Lord, it is easy for me to pray for peace.
For comfort, for thy mercy,
‘and thy wisdom, that it be granted to our nations’ leaders.
Lord, I ask you to give me the strength to pray for my enemies.
That they may yield to justice, not at my hands or the hands of this nation, but to yours.
Lord, I ask you for the will for forgiveness, in my own heart
and in the hearts of all people suffering, and seeking compassion
not only for themselves, those that speak the same language,
have the same colored skin,
mouth the same prayers,
those bound within the same nationhood,
but to others across your scarred world too.
Especially to those that I would consider my enemy.
Thy will be done.
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